My wife Patty and I were heading to Atlantic City on a Saturday night. It was the first Saturday of February, my birthday month. Patty knows how to make this month special for me. We were going to stay at the Showboat Hotel, and see a Tim McGraw concert at the Hard Rock Casino.
We checked into our room and decided to get an early dinner and cocktails. Patty was wearing comfortable clothes, jeans, a button down top with a sexy bra underneath. During dinner I was treated to her lovely cleavage displays. I loved it as well as our waiter. After dinner, before we left the restaurant, I handed Patty an empty white Target bag. She was confused, so I told her to go into the restroom and put her shirt and bra in the bag. Off she went like the good wife she is. When I met her in the lobby of the restaurant, her coat was zipped all the way up and I could see the bag was full. She grabbed my hand smiling while we walked out. I know it gave her a thrill being virtually topless surrounded by people.
Instead of heading back to our hotel, I told her I wanted a cocktail. We headed for the Monkey Bar in Caesars Pier. The bar was not very busy. It had two bartenders working that day. I sat on the last stool at the bar. Patty took the seat next to me, with her back slightly to the rest of the bar, as she faced me. We ordered our drinks and were enjoying them.
I asked Patty if she was hot with her coat zipped all the way up. She just smiled and unzipped it to just above her breasts. You could tell she had nothing on under her coat. This also caught the attention of the bartenders. Who started to come over to check on us more frequently. After a little bit I told her she could do better with the zipper as it was my birthday month. She again just smiled and said to unzip it to wherever I wanted. I unzipped it to about four inches below her breasts. As I was doing it, I noticed the bartenders observing me as they waited on other customers.
Now as she sat there you could see about a quarter of each breast exposed. The bartenders were now staying pretty much in front of us whenever they could. As we finished our drinks and were ready to go the bartenders bought us another round on them. As we continued to talk to them, Patty became more comfortable with her exposure. I stood up and placed my hand around the back of Patty's chair, as we talked. I began to very slowly pull the one side of Patty's coat open. She noticed right away but did nothing to stop me. The more I pulled the more of her breast came into view. The bartenders just kept talking and looking, not moving from their place. I had pulled the coat so much that her nipple was ready to pop out. Her nipple was so hard it kept the coat from going over it. The bartenders were motionless and speechless, waiting for her nipple to come into view.
A large group of people had come to the bar and were waiting so long for the bartenders to wait on them, they angrily called them for service. With disappointed faces they left to serve the crowd. As soon as they left, Patty sat up and straightened her coat but did not zip it. She asked me with a smile if I was really going to have her sit at the bar with her breast out. I just smiled and said, we will see.
The bartenders were back as soon as they were done. They seemed a little disappointed that Patty was covered back up. I still had my hand behind her. As we talked, I started to slowly pull the coat to the side again. I noticed that when Patty adjusted her coat, she actually made it looser across her chest, with her not realizing it. I noticed it from where I was standing. I knew her hard nipple would not stop the coat this time.